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Consensus
Man, consensus is a roach motel. Lures you in with the flickering neon of common ground, promises of smooth sailing and shared agendas. But step inside and the steel snaps shut. You’re stuck, plastered to the flypaper of groupthink, limbs twitching with the sluggish paralysis of conformity. You hear the スーツ (sūtsū, suits) murmuring in…
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Hyposubjects
By Timothy Morton 1 hyperobjects, narcissism, white boys, looping, teenagers, toys, games, squats, gut bacteria. We live in a time of hyperobjects, of objects too massive and multi-phasic for humans to fully comprehend. Many of the hyperobjects that concern us have human origins. For example, global warming. A certain kind of human has helped usher…
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HYPOSUBJECTS
https://medium.com/@ramurrio/hyposubjects-212efd7633f9 EPISODE 52 MUSIC IN PHASE SPACE The time of hypersubjects is ending. Their desert-apocalypse-fire-and-death cults aren’t going to save them this time. Timothy Morton and Dominic Boyer talk about how the time of hyposubjects is just beginning. https://cdn.embedly.com/widgets/media.html?type=text%2Fhtml&key=a19fcc184b9711e1b4764040d3dc5c07&schema=twitter&url=https%3A//twitter.com/bravojohnson5/status/1373156431889788931&image=https%3A//i.embed.ly/1/image%3Furl%3Dhttps%253A%252F%252Fabs.twimg.com%252Ferrors%252Flogo46x38.png%26key%3Da19fcc184b9711e1b4764040d3dc5c07 https://cdn.embedly.com/widgets/media.html?type=text%2Fhtml&key=a19fcc184b9711e1b4764040d3dc5c07&schema=twitter&url=https%3A//twitter.com/the_eco_thought/status/1373277927907950592&image=https%3A//i.embed.ly/1/image%3Furl%3Dhttps%253A%252F%252Fabs.twimg.com%252Ferrors%252Flogo46x38.png%26key%3Da19fcc184b9711e1b4764040d3dc5c07 1 hyperobjects, narcissism, white boys, looping, teenagers, toys, games, squats, gut bacteria. We live in…
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Mourning Revolution
The once vivid reel of revolution, man, a Molotov cocktail hurled against the steel sphincter of the System, flickered, replaced by static. The dreamers we were, high on possibility and mescaline, our minds kaleidoscopes of rebellion, fractured. Now, like roaches skittering across a greasy diner counter after the lights go out, we scurry through the…
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An Apartment For My Good Looks
Buckle up, kiddo, we’re hurtling down the meat grinder of societal breakdown. This whole system, this flaccid, bloated carcass of capitalism, is twitching its last. It’s a roach motel of broken promises and alienation, sucking the marrow out of our creativity for the benefit of the roach overlords. You want an apartment for your good…
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Sagacity and the Internet
The internet. A sprawling sewer of narcissism and vapidity, yet somehow, inexplicably, a supposed wellspring of wisdom. One encounters these inane pronouncements, these banal opinions, disseminated by the intellectually barren with an arrogance that would be comical if it wasn’t so pathetic. Amplified by the sheer mass of this digital herd, these pronouncements attain a…
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Survivalists, Revivalists and Cynics
The world, a roach motel with neon vacancy signs flickering like dying hopes. The world, a scrapyard flung across a black rubber sky. Humanity, a million grease-stained fingers scrounging through the wreckage. Divided? You bet your sweet ass it is. Three main factions, clawing their way out of the smoking crater of the American Dream.…
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Bored Apes
Casey “Click” McCloud, a man whose last successful social interaction predated the invention of dial-up, surveyed his latest haul. Not a warehouse full of Picassos, mind you, but a collection ofBored Ape Yacht Club NFTs flickering on his greasy monitor. These weren’t your grandpappy’s stolen goods, no sir. These were the latest status symbols for…
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Weimar Somocistas
They dream in flickering black and white newsreels, these squares with crew cuts slicked back with Brylcreem. Weimar? A hazy postcard of flappers and jazz, a decadent playground for the swells. Blind to the shadows at the edges, the thuggish brownshirts goose-stepping down cobblestones, a guttural roar rising from the radio static. Somoza in a…
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Capitalism as Dumb AI
Capitalism. A roach motel of an economic system, wired with the glitching logic of a lobotomized AI. It lures you in with flickering neon signs of “growth” and “profit,” promising a utopia built on infinite consumption. But the roach motel only has one exit: a bottomless pit of inequality. The invisible hand of the market?…
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